Semua Bab The Devil Owns Me Now: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I sniffed loudly and shook my head, trying to get rid of the little black dots that were dancing all over my vision. Everything looked blurry and doubled, and it felt like my brain had shifted from its normal position. I groaned and spat out the blood that had gathered in my mouth, rubbing the back of my hand over my lips. My tongue tasted like metal and something bitter, and I was 100% sure that I had just given myself a damn concussion.This was such a stupid, crazy, insane move. I knew it. I could feel the regret slowly trying to creep into my head, but I shook my head again, forcing the regret away. It didn’t matter anymore. If regret helped me leave this place, I would regret everything every day, but it wouldn’t. Nothing else had worked, so I needed to do something extreme.I placed my hand on the door again, steadying myself with a shaky breath. My legs felt weak and my head felt heavy. Also, my eyes kept closing on their own. Still, I positioned myself groggily, getting ready

I felt bile rise in my throat as Leon spoke, each word sinking into my head. I wanted to shout that he was lying. I wanted to call him a bluff, to say that none of what he was saying was real but I knew that he wasn’t bluffing. Leon could do anything to me. He truly owned my life.This island was in the middle of nowhere and I don't think anyone knew I was here. It also made things easier for Leon especially when he wanted to kill me. He could dump my body in some forgotten forest nearby for it to decay and decompose or sink it to the bottom of the ocean and there would be no one to mourn me or hold a proper funeral for me. The thought of that made my skin crawl.“I hope you die,” I spat with anger in my voice. “I hope your body rots for so long that animals refuse to eat it and when you get to the other side, I hope you burn in hell for eternity.”My voice cracked from the force of the hatred behind it.Leon just stared at me with a flat, unreadable expression.“If I’ve made myse

I walked toward the door slowly, almost on my toes, because I needed to be sure I wasn’t imagining what I was seeing, maybe my eyes were still blurry or the headache was confusing me but when I reached the doorway and looked closely, my breath caught in my throat. The door was truly open, not wide open… just slightly opened enough for someone to slip out or slip in.My eyebrows pulled together. Was this a mistake?Did a servant forget to close it properly? Or… now that they’d moved me into a different room, did they suddenly grow a conscience and decide to leave it open?Was Leon moved by what I said earlier? Did he put me in a better room… and leave the door open on purpose? The thought flashed through my head before I quickly shook it off. That didn’t make sense. Leon didn’t look like someone that was kind or merciful. He was cruel, wicked, and cold. He wouldn’t lift a finger to make my life easier.If anything, it was probably his brother… or just some random servant who didn’t

“These servants are going to be in charge of everything you need. They’ll handle your meals, and if you need to move around the house, they’ll make sure you don’t get lost. The mistake that happened earlier won’t happen again,” the man said.Oh, wow. Just great. I rolled my eyes internally. I thought I finally had a bit of freedom to move around, but of course Leon still made sure I was monitored like a prisoner. Very good and just perfect. Now my chances of escaping were even slimmer.I zoned out as the man continued talking but I could tell he was just rambling about making sure I didn’t go near Leon’s quarters.After some minutes, he left, and I was left alone with the servants who were staring at me but not saying a single word.I took a deep breath and stood up. “Well, since we’ll be seeing each other a lot… I think we should introduce ourselves. My name is Ronan.” I said, stretching my hand toward the first male servant who was looking at me.But to my surprise, he didn’t say an

I paced back and forth in my room, cringing every time I remembered what had just happened. I actually ran. I chickened out and ran away like some scared child. But why? Why did I run from Leon, of all people? I’d been dying to see him for weeks, desperate to talk to him and ask him to finally let me go. So why did my brain shut down the moment I actually saw him?I rushed into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. The scar on my head was healing well, but I looked… rough. My hair had grown out and, because there was no brush for me here, I kept running my hands through it every day until it pointed in different directions like a bird’s nest. My clothes, God, I’d been wearing the same set since I arrived. I washed them as best as I could, but they still didn’t look good. At least I wasn’t growing facial hair yet. No mustache, no beard. If that had started, it would’ve been a complete disaster because I would have definitely needed a shave.“Wait, Ronan, what the hell are yo